The Pale Verdict
The page weighed almost nothing, a single sheet of archival paper thin as onion skin, yet Elias Thorne felt the heaviness of it in his palm as if he were holding a stone. He stood in the center of the department head’s office, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, and watched the ink on the page shift. It was not moving, strictly speaking. The fibers of the paper were static, but the dark...
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